Nightcap
CLEO HOLLINGS, DEPUTY MAYOR of New York City, glanced at her watch and groaned. Six o'clock. She needed sleep, needed sleep desperately. The city's transit strike was wearing her down, her mind manically bouncing from stalled wage negotiations to her stalled love life, and she didn't need to be thinking about her stalled love life. She needed sleep. Four days without it would cause anyone to get a little loopy. Only a few minutes, what would it hurt?
Gently Cleo nudged aside the massive piles of paperwork, lowering her head, her cheek nuzzling against the desk. Slowly she was lost in the sleep she so desperately desired, lost in her dreams where the impossible became possible, and the men were the stuff of legends….
THE DESERT SUN BURNED high in the sky, but here inside the great marbled walls of City Hall, she was comfortably cool. Her loyal guards waved their palm fronds and took turns offering her sips of water from diamond-encrusted goblets and feeding her the sweetest grapes on the eastern coast. Alas, her respite was soon over, and it was time for the duties that were demanded of the Empress of the East River. Majestically the trumpets' fanfare echoed as Cleo ... read full excerpt from: Nightcap ebook
